Somewhere in the awkward and tense silence in the room, only interrupted by a few voices it seemed, Plymouth had made his way towards the area she shared with Willow, Celandine, and a few others. At Professor Truebridge's new question, Daphne couldn't help but send an accusatory glare his way even if it was just briefly. Yes, she was well aware he was only doing his job as a Professor and teaching a lesson, and he did give her the option of sitting this one out; metaphorically speaking.

She took two steps towards the middle but left it at that. Actually, if she thought about it, blood status did matter to her. Daphne couldn't help but think so. It was important. The idea had been hammered into her since she could comprehend speech.

Some beliefs, whether they were socially acceptable or not, were just inherited.